Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)

Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)

You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,

Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one.

Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E

Big body be for your CD on ya DVD

For ya T.V in ya head beats

In ya back seat (Haha)

Yall think Im mean

Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout

How you the drug game sewed up and locked down

John Gotti got life and Im sure he never told nobody

Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it

You should be shouting out them bodies you buried

Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's

Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club

You got so many guns

Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed

I got two more verses for (huh)

this ain't just to an individual person

These questions here for all of ya



(Hook x1)

I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat

(DO

DAT)

I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do

dat (DO DAT)



(Chorus x2)

Yoouuu gon have to change up all yo shit in a little bit

When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis

And they start to finding out what what rappin really is



Now that you know what the song about

Yall probably cussin me out

You gonna listen to it anyhow

Lets talk about somebody Eskimo

Rentin they jewelry from Jacob

And dont let me know

You got a platinum piece

But your chain is plain right gone(?)

After the video it gotsta go back to the sto

Thats Crazy

Talkin bout some shit you dont own

Oughta be ashamed of yourself

Yo dont they call that frontin